Chapter 3

“He was able to keep his hands off someone who looks like you do long enough for her not to know?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Michael colored and picked up his ginger ale, gulping at it in long draughts. “I mean, maybe a little public display might have helped in that situation.”

Tre was beginning to think that a little private display might help this situation. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but he found the blush extremely alluring. Maybe because he didn’t know anybody who blushed so easily.

“I doubt it would have helped that particular situation. But you might want to give it a shot. Guy like you should be able to find somebody on short notice easily enough.”

Michael snorted. Popping a few peanuts into his mouth, he shook his head. “Nobody wants to listen to a history geek. Nobody that interests me, at least.”